So, tonight at the bar (I was working) some drunk asshole started a fight. With me. He actually chased me into the kitchen when I was trying to call the police (fucker was about two times as big as me, mind you). Then there was a lot of fighting going on in the kitchen, I escaped and finally called the police, but when they arrived, the two (yeah his friend joined in at about the point everyone was in the kitchen) had escaped. Stupid fuckers, I mean the other was even sober, and I told him several times to jsut get out and take his friend with him. But no. Shit, that guy even tried to strangle my coworker, when he tried to call the police. What the fuck. I mean, it's one thing to be loyal toward your friends, but when they go completely batshit insane like that, you should problably stop them, not their victims when they're trying to get help, right?
I can't even begin to describe how terribly helpless I feel for not being able to defend myself. And absolutely angry at everything, I am basically seething with impotent rage. I knew that at some point something like this would happen. It's inevitable. But this whole thing makes me want to give up on everything.
fuck, it's now 4 hours later, I'm still not sure if I can even sleep tonight. I'm trying to get drunk.